| We got them flavors, put 'em in a paper
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| We burnin' backwoods down to our fingers
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| Flavors
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| So many flavors
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| Flavors
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| So many flavors
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| Time is changin', we ain’t with them jokes
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| They used to listen to 'em when he spoke
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| All eyes on you but what you gon' do to be different with all these results?
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| Dumpin' the bag, rappin' these circles around 'em but won’t let me jump in and
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| splash
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| This should be against the law, I already know I’m a God, don’t talk out’cho ass
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| Take out the trash, this is rotation to us
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| I ain’t been patient enough
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| I waited but this shit come natural to me
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| I’m fallin' back from the meat and the dairy and cheese and the shit that we
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| really don’t need
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| Call up your radio plugs and tell 'em about the Dizzy O. G
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| Malonate 'em with my vitamin D
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| How you think you gon' get higher than me?
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| Back to back a site to see 'cause I ain’t never seen it
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| You sound like a psycho to me but I swear I’m one of them ones
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| I really do this when twistin' up flavors of rasta without the Jamaican drums
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| That just full of power blowin' ghost, you can barely puff it with your baby
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| lungs
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| We got them flavors, put 'em in a paper
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| We burnin' backwoods (We burn some of the weed over here, man) down to our
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| fingers (We know everybody, nigga)
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| Flavors
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| So many flavors (We done tried it all)
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| Flavors (You know what it is)
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| So many flavors
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| Ooooh |